I looked the other way when you switched the turkey bacon breakfast sandwich to the new one. It’s okay; I need to get better at making breakfast at home anyways. Besides, that was only an occasional indulgence.

Can we talk about the new lids?

They burp.

Actually, they burp-burp-burp and sputter and spit. My dry cleaner is getting to know me quite well.  Yes, I have double-cupped like you asked me to and have asked for one-inch less of coffee. I am trying my best to fix our relationship.  To do my part.  Okay, okay, I know this is one of the first world problems that you hear about and I hang my head just bringing the subject up.

I just wanted you to know that I miss you.  I miss carelessly enjoying your warm soothing liquid without a thought as I raise you to my lips.  Sigh.  I have to watch everything I do now.  I want to go back to the way it was.

Quality time together is my love language and I miss our quality time together.

Can we work it out?

Eat well, my friends. Eat well.

Lyndi